When I Have Seen the Sun Emerge, by Emily Dickinson

When I Have Seen the Sun Emerge

888

When I have seen the Sun emerge

From His amazing House—

And leave a Day at every Door

A Deed, in every place—

Without the incident of Fame

Or accident of Noise—

The Earth has seemed to me a Drum,

Pursued of little Boys

942 Snow beneath whose chilly softness Some that never lay Make their first Repose this Wint… I admonish Thee

40 When I count the seeds That are sown beneath, To bloom so, bye and bye— When I con the people

292 If your Nerve, deny you— Go above your Nerve— He can lean against the Grave, If he fear to swerve—

LXVII If I should die, And you should live, And time should gurgle on, And morn should beam,

The Hills in Purple syllables The Day’s Adventures tell To little Groups of Continents Just going Home from School.

984 ’Tis Anguish grander than Delight ’Tis Resurrection Pain— The meeting Bands of smitten Face We questioned to, again.

740 You taught me Waiting with Myself… Appointment strictly kept’— You taught me fortitude of Fate’— This’—also’—I have learnt’—

There is another Loneliness That many die without - Not want of friend occasions it Or circumstances of Lot But nature, sometimes, sometimes t…

To die—takes just a little while— They say it doesn't hurt— It's only fainter—by degrees— And then—it's out of sight— A darker Ribbon—for a Day—

The Butterfly upon the Sky, That doesn’t know its Name And hasn’t any tax to pay And hasn’t any Home Is just as high as you and I,

179 If I could bribe them by a Rose I’d bring them every flower that g… From Amherst to Cashmere! I would not stop for night, or sto…

859 A Doubt if it be Us Assists the staggering Mind In an extremer Anguish Until it footing find.

The Beggar at the Door for Fame Were easily supplied But Bread is that Diviner thing Disclosed to be denied

XLI THE soul unto itself Is an imperial friend,— Or the most agonizing spy An enemy could send.

It dropped so low—in my Regard— I heard it hit the Ground— And go to pieces on the Stones At bottom of my Mind— Yet blamed the Fate that flung it…